Scripture Verse

God shall wipe away all tears…and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. Revelation 21:4

Introduction

Words: James G. Clark, in The Young Peo­ple’s Cho­ris­ter (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: C. W. Dun­bar, 1860), alt.

Music: Au­gust­us D. Fill­more, The Po­ly­phon­ic (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: R. W. Car­roll, 1863), num­ber 40 (🔊 pdf nwc), ar­ranged.

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Clark (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

portrait
Augustus D. Fillmore
1823–1870

Lyrics

There’s a land far away
’Mid the stars, we are told,
Where they know not the sor­rows of time;
Where the pure wa­ters wan­der
Thru val­leys of gold,
And where life is a trea­sure sub­lime.
’Tis the land of our God—’tis
The home of the soul,
Where the ag­es of splen­dor
Eternally roll;
Where the way-wea­ry tra­vel­er
Reaches his goal,
On the ev­er­green moun­tains of life.

Here our gaze can not soar
To that beau­ti­ful land,
But our vi­sions have told of its bliss,
And our souls by the breeze from
Its gar­dens are fanned,
When we faint in the de­serts of this;
And we som­etimes have longed for
The ho­ly re­pose,
When our spi­rits were torn with
Temptation and woes,
And we’ve drunk from the tide of the
River that flows
From the ev­er­green moun­tains of life.

O the stars ne­ver tread
The blue hea­vens by night,
But we think where
The ran­somed have trod.
And the day ne­ver smiles from
His pa­lace of light,
But we feel the bright smiles of our God.
We are tra­vel­ing home­ward
Thru chang­es and gloom,
To a king­dom where plea­sures
Unchangingly bloom;
And our guide is the glo­ry that
Shines thro’ the tomb,
From the ev­er­green moun­tains of life.